Snowdrops.

A wet day. Dark...cold...wet. Did I mention that already? My tax return is finally filed and I feel strangely calm after so many fraught nights where my dreams were interspersed with forms and book-keeping and figures. As ever, the reality was not so bad as my over-fertile imagination allowed it to seem. At last I feel I can give myself over to all the new ideas buzzing round my head and not just jot ideas, draw quick sketches, putting it all on hold till the evil deed is done. I do loathe this about me, the way I can make things so much harder for myself from time to time. I recognise the pattern and yet there I am cursing my procrastinating self once more. Ah well, bit late to change now. Maybe some strange part of me needs this feeling of pending deadlines to activate efficency? I definitely prefer having plenty to do as I tend not to wast time thinking about the endless list and just do it instead. But there are limits you know, Pipany.



So, snowdrops are occupying my thoughts today. I have brought one of our very little but slowly increasing drift in to photograph. Not the easiest of tasks on so dark a day, but still. Such a simple flower.



So perfect in its simplicity.



Delicate, fragile, pure. Words such as these spring to mind, all with conntotations of something precious to be treasured, of something ephemeral which, of course, they are. Here one moment, gone the next to be replaced by star-like crocuses and bright dancing daffodils.



Today I am holding their delicate beauty in sight choosing to see it as a sign of the retreating Winter, the oncoming Spring.



Snowdrops. So perfect.



Have a lovely weekend xx